Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Moldova and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gang of Four to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Don Cherry,
Mad Mike,
Mantronix,
Pharoah Sanders,
Freddie Wadling,
Arab on Radar,
Negative Approach,
Gong,
The Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mojo Men,
Country Teasers,
Subhumans,
Bauhaus,
Michelle Simonal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
X-101,
Erasure,
Pierre Henry,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Carl Craig,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Janne Schatter,
PIL,
Althea and Donna,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amazonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Moss Icon,
the Bar-Kays,
Underground Resistance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
CMW,
China Crisis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Au Pairs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Idris Muhammad,
Blancmange,
Isaac Hayes,
Mr. Review,
Black Bananas,
This Heat,
Oneida,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Happenings,
Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
World's Most,
Cameo,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.